Review: Fifty Shades Freed by E.L. James
In which our heroine marries her abusive boyfriend and gets herself knocked up, consequently ruining her life because she is a complete idiot.
Okay, I confess. It actually took me two months to read the first three chapters of Fifty Shades Freed. Mostly this was because I was repeatedly distracted by books that I actually considered worthy of reading.
Anyway, from the perspective of the plot, Fifty Shades Freed is probably about the nicest book in the trilogy. This is the one where Christian and Ana marry and an incident involving a kidnapper finally teachers Christian that he cannot control every aspect of his life. Christian makes peace with his past, he and Ana have children, blah, blah, blah ...
The same problems with bad writing, Ana's inner goddess and a talking subconscious plague the novel, along with the glamourising of abusive relationships and the gross misrepresentation of BDSM. The fact is, an abusive relationships do not have a happily-ever-after ending. Then again, 27 year olds aren't typically the CEOs of billion dollar companies, pregnancy does not guarantee marital bliss and anyone who isn't a qualified racing car driver who drives at that speed along a busy crowded highway would more than likely crash and probably kill half a dozen innocent motorists in the process. Oh, and there is some more kinky sex. Though why Ana enjoyed having her wrists tied together with her undies, I'll never know or understand. I guess I'm just not a romantic.